03-25-2018, 09:09 PM
Huh, he thought death would be quieter. Like, getting tunnel vision and seeing a light coming to swoop you to paradise type of deal. Instead, hoofbeats crunching against snow stirred his senses, and frosted eyelids peeked open to squint up at the looming figure. His pointed jaw quivered with the cold, teeth willingly chattering as his skull reared the slightest bit upwards to blindly blink at the equine. And he promptly flopped back down. No, he didn't want to -- just five more minutes. Snuffling in the snow and shielding his tired eyes from Leigh's demands, the dachshund returned to his dying hibernation until the unicorn urged him once more. He could barely register the other brushing up against his badge-emblazoned shirt, but fortunately snow hadn't clogged up his floppy ears. Watery blue eyes gazing up past Leigh, the only response was a mindless utterance of his favorite object to collect: "Ray -- raygun." A single term that would stick with him to the next end.
With his face now rotated around to stare up at the sky, the self-proclaimed Raygun caught the blurred silhouette of the mythical creature with a glint of sunlight, and unable to resist being overly dramatic, a trembling little paw outstretched towards Leigh's face, giving an awkward, disorientated pat on his muzzle and blurting out, "Are you an angel?" If he wasn't freezing to death, his scientific-and-logic-based mind wouldn't have even considered a heavenly being to be his savior in the moment, but rather an extraterrestrial of sorts. Unicorns didn't exist, obviously; but aliens did. A contented grin sat on his plump features as he was graciously exhumed from the snow by the unicorn and nestled on the slope of his back, stubby legs dangling off either flank as he was draped over Leigh. In all honesty, Raygun didn't care if he was being carted away as a sacrifice to some penguin cult or to be sold to a sausage shop, but in even more honesty, he was probably stoned as hell before he lost himself in the icy valley. But, onwards his noble steed, he supposed.
With his face now rotated around to stare up at the sky, the self-proclaimed Raygun caught the blurred silhouette of the mythical creature with a glint of sunlight, and unable to resist being overly dramatic, a trembling little paw outstretched towards Leigh's face, giving an awkward, disorientated pat on his muzzle and blurting out, "Are you an angel?" If he wasn't freezing to death, his scientific-and-logic-based mind wouldn't have even considered a heavenly being to be his savior in the moment, but rather an extraterrestrial of sorts. Unicorns didn't exist, obviously; but aliens did. A contented grin sat on his plump features as he was graciously exhumed from the snow by the unicorn and nestled on the slope of his back, stubby legs dangling off either flank as he was draped over Leigh. In all honesty, Raygun didn't care if he was being carted away as a sacrifice to some penguin cult or to be sold to a sausage shop, but in even more honesty, he was probably stoned as hell before he lost himself in the icy valley. But, onwards his noble steed, he supposed.